Make It Hurt (Texas Bounty) by Jackie Ashenden

Author:Jackie Ashenden [Ashenden, Jackie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Loveswept
Published: 2016-12-06T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Smith buried his face against her neck, biting down again, unable to help himself as the orgasm shot up his spine and just about blew the top of his head off. She was trembling in his arms, her body convulsing, that sweet, tight little pussy of hers gripping him like it never wanted to let him go.

Christ, he could die now and he’d be a happy man.

The intensity lessened after a while and he lifted his head, looking down at her. Her eyes were closed, thick golden lashes lying still on her flushed cheeks, her golden skin gleaming with sweat. Her heavy braid was over her shoulder, half of it starting to fray, small locks of hair sticking to her.

Beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful. That he’d never forgotten, at least.

After a moment to get himself back together, he shifted, pulling out of her, then moving her off his lap and onto the couch. Getting to his feet, he went out of the room and headed to the small bathroom just off the hallway. Inside, he dealt with the condom and then went back into the living room.

Nora hadn’t moved, curled on the leather of the couch, one arm flung over her face as if to hide, which gave him a certain amount of satisfaction. Yes, he’d pushed her and pushed her hard, but he’d gotten one truth out of her at least. She did want him. Three orgasms in a row didn’t lie.

He went over to the couch and bent, gathering her up into his arms. Her eyes opened with a shock as she realized what was happening, her hands coming to rest against his chest.

“What are we doing?” Her voice sounded scratchy from all the screaming she’d been doing, which only intensified that satisfaction.

“We’re going upstairs,” he said, moving through into the hallway and over to the stairs. “We both need a shower and then we’re going to bed.”

She didn’t say anything to that, her body relaxing in his hold. One hand lifted to his shoulder, feathering lightly over his skin. “I scratched you.”

“Good. I told you to.”

“I haven’t done that before.”

An insistent feeling of possessiveness swept over him and he let it. Jesus Christ, he didn’t want her to have done that to anyone before. He was going to be the only man who carried her marks, that was for damn sure.

One night. Remember?

He scowled. Yeah, he fucking remembered. But that didn’t make him any happier about the thought of her doing what they’d just done downstairs with anyone else. And of course she would have. A passionate woman like her would hardly have been celibate all these years and God knew, he hadn’t.

“What’s wrong?”

He glanced down to meet her golden brown gaze as they got to the top of the stairs and he started toward the bathroom. “You got a boyfriend?” He couldn’t make it sound like anything less than a demand.

Annoyance flickered over her face. “No. I’d hardly be here with you if I had.

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